And Yet Another Year is Gone
By violetfyre
I love to kiss your chapped lips, And touch the roughness with my tongue, Taste the beer you've just swallowed, And wish the night would never end. I hate New Year's. It saddens me when things end, And I never experience this feeling People talk about-- Of having a 'clean slate' or starting over. It only feels like just another year To trudge through. I don't have your ability To just live day by day. I hate New Year's. This is when things die, nothing's reborn, When feelings change and lives Become something other than What I've grown so accustomed to. And I'm afraid. Mostly I'm just afraid. I'm scared things won't be different, And by the summer, we won't be together. I'm scared I won't be different, And I'll break another heart. I'm scared that you'll stop caring, And you'll let this fall apart. I hate New Year's. I was hurt, destroyed, Worst of all fooled, When I was in love, When I thought I was so invincible. Now we're weakened, and vulnerable, We've never been so attached. I've never been more passive. And we're both scared to death. **I hate this poem. Written January 1st, 2002 © on Jan 01 2002 02:14 PM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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